微笑

一想到自己明天就没命了，不禁陷入极端的惶恐。我翻遍了口袋，终于找到一支没被他们搜走的香烟，但我的手紧张得不停发抖，连将烟送进嘴里都成问题，而我的火柴也在搜身时被拿走了。我透过铁栏望着外面的警卫，他并没有注意到我在看他，我叫了他一声：“能跟你借个火吗？”他转头望着我，耸了耸肩，然后走了过来，点燃我的香烟。

The Smile

I was sure that I was to be killed. I became terribly nervous. I fumbled in my pockets to see if there were any cigarettes, which had escaped their search. I found one and because of my shaking hands, I could barely get it to my lips. But I had no matches, they had taken those. I looked through the bars. But I looked through the bars at my jailer. He did not make eye contact with me. I called out to him “Have you got a light？” He looked at me, shrugged and came over to hght my cigarette. As he came close and lit the match, his eyes inadvertently locked with mine. At that moment, I smiled. I don＇t know why I did that. Perhaps it was nervousness, perhaps it was because, when you get very close, one to another, it is very hard not to Smile. In any ease, I smiled. In that instant, it was as though a spark jumped across the gap between our two hearts, our two hhman souls. I know he didn＇ t want to, but my smile leaped through the bars and generated a smile on his lips, too. He lit my cigarette but stayed near, looking at me directly in the eyes and continuing to smile.